OR I'LL RAPE YOU AND KILL YOU AND EAT THE HALF OF YOUR BODY AND SELL THE OTHER
Dawn Of The SoullessWe’re just two forgotten soulsDawn Of The Soulless by ~Scaretted
living in a forgotten world
hiding from imaginary ghouls
hiding from the human word
There’s no need to keep an eye on you
because forever, I will always be there
to do as you want, what I feel I must do
it’s me, who you feel staring, I’ll always stare
There’s no need for hope nor light
nostalgic, we live in perfect shadows
and as street lights catch up with our sight
we hide in the darkness of our marrow
The world we explored together
the clear fog of our mysterious nature
it has become clear, clear forever
still dark, yet dreamful and mature
When you feel like you’re walk
The Cycle Of Life-Where do people go to when they die? –asked the little kid to her old grandmother sitting in a swinging chair.The Cycle Of Life by ~Scaretted
The old lady stared at her grandchild with eyes of love as she swung with peace and smiled at the little kid.
-Well my little sweetheart, when people passes away it is said they cross the tunnel of life, remembering all the experiences they had in the life they just left behind. People often cry repenting of their errors, they also smile for the happy memories they are seen and then get sad too because those happy memories will be left behind in a life they will never touch again. While they see their memories, mistakes and a
Reborn To A Dead EndCold and distant to the eyes of dismayReborn To A Dead End by ~Scaretted
but the more I reach it, the never ending pain
a warm, holy force didn’t beg me to stay
it binds my soul with a demonic, prideful chain
Restoring the aching wound, the most human feature
the ability to be consumed and swallowed by woe
the non-predictable disease lies within this creature
slowly I’ll break, sorrowful at the throne of mercy I bow
The solitary pain of walking among a multitude
as marginalized fallen entities lustfully invites
beckoning to accept an isolated invitation of solitude
as the piercing silence my soul shapes and bites
Forever I shall sink in obscure eternal despair
A Weary and Anorexic MindPatrick Anderson was a man whit special ambitions and special methods and it is impossible to know what his goals are.A Weary and Anorexic Mind by ~Scaretted
He is successful at the things he does, and there’s no obstacle to stop him.
The only thing he couldn’t do was to sleep, but don’t worry, we won’t turn this into another insomnia-obsessed-story.
He couldn’t sleep without listening to something. He couldn’t sleep in total silence, neither within a crowd.
To avoid sleeping disorders, he began to listen to lullabies at night with his headphones, to keep the music in his ears and mind.
It worked and for a few months he could climb to the s